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It’s not the camera, silly One of the pluses about living in the Fort Collins area is the number of photo galleries that are within driving distances. As I have visited these galleries I have noticed more and more photos being shown taken with the camera built inside a iPhone. Nope these images are not huge twenty-four by thirty or bigger images but the photos are remarkably interesting. A couple of curators have informed me that these iPhone images are selling. Yep, even in the digital world, the old adage “It is not the camera that makes a good image it is the photographer” is still true. 2. Hey whatever happened to straight photography. In my days of shooting film, post processing was all about cropping, burning and dodging, underexposing, and overexposing the print. Today, especially when it comes to nature and wildlife photography post processing seems to be about, up the saturation, intensify the colors, removing stuff, cloning stuff, blur this, sharpen that, creating textures and so on and so on. Photos today look …

Some days you just don’t want to do photography. You don’t want to do your blog, you don’t want to clean up the house and being social is the last thing on your mind. All you want to do is lay in that bed, shut the world out and sleep. The “you” I am talking about is me. There are mornings I wake up and I wonder why should I even try. Insecurity tells me that no matter how many times I press my finger on the shutter release of my Nikon nobody will appreciate the effort or the result. Why should I waste my time climbing up a mountain just to sit there for an hour or two waiting for the light to be just right? Then the light will arrive and I will take the picture. Within minutes I might take a hundred snaps with different f-stops, various shutter speeds. I will under expose and over expose the photos. I will photograph the scene vertically and horizontally and then with all my gear …

Well February has finally arrived. In the past outside of the fact that February is the month I was born I never had much positive to say about the month. When I lived in Illinois my outlook on the month of February was I hoped it would hurry up and get over with. Everywhere you looked the snow was dirty and grey. Even if there was no snow on the ground the sky always seemed filled with grey clouds that never want to go away. Because of ice patches scattered here and there it was dangerous to walk around. People would be constantly walking around with the sniffles and it was only a matter of time before I would catch a cold or even worse, the dreaded flu. The only good thing about February in the Midwest was that it only consisted of twenty-eight days (Except for leap year when unfortunately we added a day) and that the month of March followed it. At least the month of March brings with it the hope of springtime …